My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

"You’re hurting him!"

"No, I am just playing with my puppy. After all, does it really matter if the toy gets broken in the end?"

"Why are you here? Why can’t you just leave me alone?"

I grabbed Tom’s trembling hands. I could feel his pulse spiking, but how could it not?

Even for a beta, to be caught in such a pheromone wildfire between mine and Luther’s -both deadly toxic- was life-threatening. Yet he didn’t seem to mind between all the grunting, shivering and moaning.

I placed my hand on top of his and guided it thoroughly from Luther’s swollen crying eyes to his plump lips, down his Adam’s apple, collarbone and seated it onto his chest.

I didn’t need my watch to tell me how rapidly Luther’s heartbeat drummed. I could feel the vibration even with Tom’s hand as a barrier.

The other hand I guided on Luther’s lower back, index finger slowly touching the spine as the thumb deepened into his back dimples— causing a raw, unfiltered tremble.

If you dare to touch my propriety, at least do it properly, my dear Thomas.

Despite Luther’s rage still burning into those deep violet eyes, he couldn’t help but enjoy it.

He shifted his gaze full of worry to Tom, caressing his face, wiping his tears, softly kissing his lips— a kind of act so intimate that it annoyed me.

That is what only a wife and a husband should share and yet— here he was.